Chapter 555:【Call again and I will shoot you down!】
Finally, when the phone rang persistently for the fifth time, he moved his feet to the head of the bed. Every step was filled with frenzied emotions, and his whole nerves were stretched to the limit. When reading novels, he went to the *small* to talk about it.
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It's hard to move, and it's even harder to speak.
"Hello?"
This powerful man, this strong man, uttered such a cautious tone for the first time, as if he suddenly saw a beautiful soap bubble in front of his eyes. It was colorful and beautiful under the sunlight. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he couldn't.
I didn't dare to stretch out my hand, fearing that it would break if I touched it lightly.
At this moment, he feels like he is wandering on the edge.[
His whole heart was lifted, he really wanted to... really wanted to hear that voice that came back from his midnight dream, that delicate voice with a little bit of mischief, God, was he influenced by his sincerity again?
Yaoyao, is it you? Yaoyao, is it you?
Young Master Di clenched his fists and trembled; his heart also trembled.
"Stinky girl, let me go. I have attracted so many people at Starbucks, and you haven't shown up yet. You want to die! Ah! Come here quickly, ten minutes at most, or you will die.
, I will strangle you to death!" A deafening roar came from the other end of the phone.
Young Master Di's voice, at that moment, was extremely cold, truly coming from hell: "Who are you?"
The entire body, and even the entire bedroom, were instantly enveloped in the air-conditioning of hell.
"Uh, I'm looking for Erya, you...who are you?" On the other end of the phone, a certain roaring woman suddenly trembled all over. The coldness spread from the phone to her end, and her whole body suddenly felt like she was in an ice cellar.
Same.
"Wrong typo!" Young Master Di used a lot of effort to say these three words.
Before he died, God played this kind of joke on him, causing him to wander between the highest peak and the lowest valley of sorrow and joy.
He raised his gun again.
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"Husband, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."
"..."
Young Master Di simply didn't know whether he wanted to kill the person who called the wrong number or commit suicide. He almost gritted his teeth, grabbed the phone, and his words were trembling: "Wrong call! Don't you understand? Call again.